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Sunday, May 13, 2018

The Mothers Of My Life

This is an updated Mothers Day post from 2009.

On this Mothers Day I want to pay tribute to five women who helped make me into the person I am today.

The
first person was my mother, who died too soon and too young. She was a
stay at home mother who, I know, wanted to be in the workplace but the
times (the early 1960's) did not support that. Instead, she became the
mother that the neighborhood children would call for treats. Yes, call.
We lived on the fourth floor of an apartment building in the Bronx.
When we would play, and got hungry, we would gather under the window and
yell in unison "Mom!" Somehow she always knew "Mom" meant her and not
one of the other 130 Moms in the building. Well, OK, sometimes we had
to yell for a few minutes. But soon, a bag would be dropped out the
window for all of us to share.

Mom was so very proud that her
English skills were such that she had gotten a job meant only for
college graduates. She graduated from high school and never went further
in her education. She had been a contest judge for a famous
organization and I used to love to hear her tales about that. She had
also studied to be a dental hygienist, and still had one of her
textbooks. It was way too hard for me and I was amazed that she could
have studied from it.

When I was 10 years old, I broke my leg.
As my sixth grade class was on the fourth floor of my elementary school, and
there were no elevators, the school sent a home instructor to my
apartment for the two months I was out of school. As it happened, the
teacher grew up in the the same neighborhood as my mother and they would
have coffee and chat as I worked on my studies.

One Friday
morning in November my mother left me to go shopping. When she returned,
she was crying. She turned the TV on and that is how I found out about
the assassination of John Kennedy.

In the last years of her
life, rheumatoid arthritis stole much of her mobility and left her so
exhausted that she would lie on the couch. She was so very depressed,
too but I was too young to understand. I would rub her feet and help her
feel better. I would go to the market with her and do the shopping
while she sat in the front of the store.

The second mother was
the mother of a good friend from school. After my mother died, "Mrs. F"
showed me how to use a washing machine, how to open cans (would you
believe I didn't know how!!) and so much more, and kept an eye on me. More than once, after I grew up, she asked me to call her by her first name but I never could bring myself to do so. I had great respect for this strong woman and Holocaust survivor. "Mrs. F" passed away in 2013. She was in her 90's.

The
third mother was an aunt and my Dad's "kid sister", who lived in Tampa, Florida for most of her adult life. In many ways she stepped in to fill the huge hole the death of my mother created in my
life. I visited her (from my native New York City) three times during my teen years. She showed me and
taught me many of the things that my mother would have shown me if she
had been alive. My Aunt died young, from pancreatic cancer. This past January, I was fortunate in being able to visit both of her children, who still live in Florida.

The
fourth mother was an aunt who lived out in Iowa. After I married and moved out to the Midwest, I became close to her.
She was one of the most understanding, and most accepting people I have ever met. I list her fourth but in many ways the mark she left on me was
second only to my own natural mother.

The last mother is my
mother in law. She is 90 now. Sadly, she has dementia and also is in declining health. She is a three time cancer
survivor and the mother of a man with autism. My brother in law was
born years before autism was something discussed in the daily news.

My mother in law was one of the generation of women who did not institutionalize her son
and tried to make as normal a life for him as she could while he was
growing up. The parents of children with autism today owe a lot of
gratitude to women like my mother in law, who "made it up" as they went
along, without support, without understanding.

We all will be visiting her today, the last of my five "mothers" still alive.

My mother in law loves flowers, too - picture taken at local nursery on Friday

hugs! as I read through these women in your life, I felt that you have been blessed with compassionate and strong women. No wonder your personality shows up on your blog. Thank you for this post. I loved reading this one.

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